(O/N: Hello. This is just a roleplay scene from 21st June 2022, nothing you need to see. I'm just archiving this for any future reference. Kenric belongs to me, however Emma, again, belongs to and is played by "Foster". To turn this into script and not roleplay format, it took me 30 minutes lol.)
[Emma Sencen is going to the kitchen to make breakfast. The kitchen light is bright. When she gets there, she finds that Kenric Dizznee is already in the kitchen. Kenric is making toast because it's the only thing he could think to make, and the only thing that he has ever learned to make. Even though he cannot even do this properly. He’s never had to cook a day in his life, anyway. What a selfish entitled rich kid.]
Emma, blinking sleepily: Morning,did you sleep well?
[Kenric hadn’t noticed her walk into the room. He looked at her for a second, before controlling his thoughts and answering her question.]
Kenric: Oh- morning. Yeah uhm... What about you?
Emma: Uh yeah.
[Emma looks at what Kenric is doing.]
Emma: Are you making- toast? Only? For breakfast?
Kenric, hesitating:...yes?
Emma: I really should've taught you how to cook. Never mind now, what are you actually craving? Like other than toast?
Kenric: Uhm....... i don't know-
Emma: Pancakes? Waffles? Eggs? Cereal? Anything?
Kenric: What's wrong with just toast?
Emma: If you really want toast, go ahead and eat it, but I'm making waffles.
Kenric:......fine.
[Kenric’s toast pops out of the toaster. It’s burnt, completely. The toast is black. Kenric might as well be eating charcoal.]
Emma, with a small laugh: You sure you still want to eat that?
Kenric, sighing: .......can i have some waffles too?
Emma: I was going to make you some anyway.
Kenric: Thanks...
[Emma begins getting the ingredients for waffles.]
Kenric: Uhm... i'm sorry about getting so mad last night and uhm kind of being a jerk to you recently.
Emma: .....Why did you act like that in the first place?
Kenric: I was uhm just really stressed and there was a lot going on... that's no excuse though uhm I don't know- why I acted like that. But I'm really sorry about it.
Emma: It's...... fine now...
Kenric, disbelievingly: Really?
Emma, lying: Uh..... yeah. totally......
Kenric: It's not.
[Emma pretends to be busy measuring flour.]
Emma: What makes you say that?
Kenric, sighing: Because I can tell you're lying.
Emma: Look- I know you're sorry and I'm grateful for it, but that's not going to make up for anything.
Kenric: ...I understand that.
Emma: And there's nothing you would want to say or do that'd make up for it, so just forget it...
Kenric: Isn’t there anything I can do to make up for it.....at all?
Emma: There........ might be one thing you may be willing to do. In the future. If- when you get a new girlfriend or a queen or whatever… Just don't forget me, okay? Don't just let me be some forgotten, meaningless girl from your past. I know you don't- you don't love me... but don't let me mean nothing at all to you...that's all.
[Emma pauses.]
Emma: Oh- um actually that's not all. Can you tell me if you really kissed Lorellia willingly or not?
Kenric, disgusted at the idea: No- I never willingly kissed Lorellia.
[Kenric pauses for a second.]
Kenric: It would be impossible to forget you, Emma.
Emma: oh. that's- um good.
[Emma silently screaming at her cheeks to not blush.]
Emma: I'm sorry for believing Lorellia.....
Kenric, sighing: It's fine.
Emma: It's not. I don't even know why I even believed her- or Belladonna, it was really dumb...
Kenric: They both had proof- even if it was fake. It was hard not to believe them.
Emma: Yeah, but I should've trusted you and I didn't...
[Kenric sighs.]
Emma: Honestly? I still don't know if I do.
[The waffles are ready and Emma serves them without looking at Kenric.]
Kenric: Why is that?
Emma: …because if there's one thing I always trusted more than anything is that you'd always love me… but you don't. So I don't know what I can trust about you anymore. It's not your fault, it's mine anyway…
Kenric, sighing: That's- a reasonable reason. And it's not- your fault. You have a good reason not to trust me, I suppose.
Emma: I wish I didn't… um anyway, are you going to try my waffles or should I eat them for you?
Kenric: Sorry-
[Kenric takes the tiniest bite of food ever.]
Emma: So?
Kenric: Wow- you're actually a really good cook.
Emma, smiling: Thank you, do you still prefer burnt toast over this?
Kenric: No....
Emma: Thought so.
Kenric: Uhm thanks for this.
Emma: You don't have to thank me.
[Emma shrugs.]
Emma: I'll make you breakfast every day if you want me to.
Kenric: Firstly, I do have to thank you, this is amazing. Secondly, really?
Emma: Of course.
[Emma blushes this time, ducking her head so that Kenric can’t see.]
[The boy (he's like 13 y/o) sighed as he wandered through the bushes, freezing and looking up before he reached the woods. The woods. His sister had always told him not to go into the woods, and that was a very wise rule. There were wolves in the woods. Big wolves that could tear you limb from limb and turn you inside out and devour your insides. They did seem very interesting, but he was raised well, and you should never break Nara’s rules. There was a red flash coming from the woods out of the side of his eye and he turned to face it. Could wolves be red? Or maybe it was blood… oh no. He didn’t want to die today. He picked up a stick and pointed it in the flash’s direction. There was a rustle. Then just before he could ask-]
Random Female teen’s voice: Who are you?
Boy: You’re- a person?
Random Female teen’s voice: Yeah, what did you think I was? Some sort of fox?
Boy: Uh- no, I thought you were a wolf…
Random Female teen’s voice: You were planning to fight off a wolf with a twig?
Boy: Yes- well no- but-
[The girl comes out of the bush she was hiding in. She picks a twig out of her tightly curled hair. Her red hair bounces as she moves.]
Random female teen: Well are you just going to stare or are you going to say something?
Boy: S-sorry. Wait- were you in the woods?
Random female teen: Well, duh. I live there.
Boy: You- live in the dark woods?!
Random female teen: Yeah? You’re that kid who lives in that creepy haunted house right?
Boy: It’s not- haunted-
Random female teen: It’s not? What’s with the graveyard and creepy purple glows then? And you’re pale as a ghost. Also, are you wearing a suit?
Boy: Yes- it’s classy.
[The girl laughs at this. She’s definitely not classy.]
Boy: Wait- is your coat- wolf fur?!
Random female teen: Yes? I killed it. Makes a warm coat.
Boy: You- killed it?! Wait- you’re not going to kill me are you?
Random female teen: No? Of course not. I could though.
[That was absolutely not at all reassuring. The girl stared at him, seemingly examining him from head to toe.]
Random female teen: Your eyes.
Boy: What about my eyes?
Random female teen: They’re purple.
Boy: So?
Random female teen: You’re weird. That’s cool. What’s your name?
Boy: Um, Nariek. Nariek Nox.
Random female teen: Cool. I’m Elvdana.
Nariek: Nice to meet you, Miss Elvdana.
Elvdana: Don’t call me “Miss” Elvdana.
Nariek: But- it’s polite-
Elvdana: What’s polite?
[Nariek opens his mouth to speak but Elvdana has already moved on. Dropping herself onto a rock she takes out a small sharp rock and begins to carve something onto an arrow she pulls from a thing on her back.]
A/N: Kenric doesn't remember any of this. Clara confiscated the painting.
[With almost nothing else to do, the brown haired boy returned to the chair that sat in the living room, and stared at the floor. You would think that if someone should spend almost eleven years alone, that they would become rather lonely. But the idea in his head was that if you never made any friends, then you would never be lonely because you would have nobody to miss. He didn’t really know the exact meaning of lonely. Perhaps, he should have read that dictionary. His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps through his house. Nobody knew where his house was. Except from that annoying boy. The one with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property. What did he want this time? He stood up to go find where the shouting and footsteps were coming from.]
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Mister Kenric!
Kenric: Don’t call me ‘Mister Kenric.’
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Why not?
Kenric: Because it sounds weird.
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Oh, I’m sorry, I was just trying to be polite-
Kenric: Well, don’t do- that polite thing.
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Oh. Okay then…
Kenric: Why are you in my house, again?
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: I think your birthday’s soon, and I had nothing else to do so I made you a painting, it took me really long.
Kenric: Why would you make me a painting?
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Because it’s your birthday soon?
Kenric: So?
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Don’t you celebrate your birthday? My sister said you should always celebrate your birthday, because it means you’ve survived this cruel world another year!
Kenric: Oh.
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: And that’s why I brought you this painting! It might look a bit not like you, because I forgot what you look like a bit. So I drew you very small in the painting, but I drew you outside because you never go outside so maybe if you saw the painting you could pretend you went outside.
Kenric: I don’t want to pretend I went outside. Outside is untrustworthy.
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: How is outside untrustworthy?
Kenric: Because they might kill you, or poison you, or use you.
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: My sister always said that. But not everyone and everything. Outside is really nice.
Kenric: I don’t believe you.
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Let me show you then, come!
Kenric: No.
[“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property” sighs. Honestly, he was rather lonely. Mister Kenric didn’t seem to be lonely. Maybe Mister Kenric just liked being alone. Or maybe he just hated him. Which would be very sad, because he had never had a real friend and Mister Kenric was very interesting.]
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Well, I still made you that painting. I wasn’t going to let you open it until tomorrow because I think it’s your birthday tomorrow but you should open it now, I think.
Kenric: Why?
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: So you can see outside.
[Kenric sighs and takes the thin crinkly rectangle of wrapped painting from “the boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property” and unwrapped it.]
Kenric: Oh.
“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property”: Do you like it?
Kenric: Hmmmm. You’re a good painter.
[“The boy with the purple eyes and black hair who occasionally intruded on his property’s” eyes lit up. Nobody’s ever told him that he’s a good painter. Not even his sister.]
[Kenric is tired of trying to get this answer out of Novis.]
Novis: Oh, Nawek.
Kenric, not believing what he just heard: Who?
Novis: Nawek.
Kenric: Just- stay here and don’t move, ‘kay?
Novis: No. HEY DON- DON LEEV ME WIF DE SCARRY LADEE!
[Kenric has already stormed off to his room, and thrown his crown to the ground, removing the little barrier to Nariek he has.]
Kenric, through the Nariek|Kenric mind connection: Since when do you have a child?!
Nariek: I was about to ask you the same thing.
Kenric: He says that you’re his dad.
Nariek: Well- I don’t have any children. Besides that, look at the kid, it most definitely looks like your child. If I ever had a kid they’d probably have purple eyes and red hair or something.
Kenric: …why would they have red hair-
Nariek: Nevermind, that’s not the point, the point is that is definitely your child.
Kenric: I don’t have any kids though.
Nariek: HOW CAN THAT KID EXIST THEN?!
Kenric: I don’t know! But he’s not my kid. I would never name my child Novis either.
Nariek: Why not? That’s a perfectly good name for a child-
Kenric: See, that’s such a you thing to call a child.
Nariek: HOW ON EARTH WOULD MY CHILD LOOK LIKE YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND’S KID?!
Kenric: He-
Nariek: We were both thinking about it. The kid’s resemblance to Emma Sencen is undeniable. And he has your hair colour.
[Kenric sighs.]
Kenric: Yes, I can see that. But there’s no way that that’s ever possible.
Nariek: Could the kid be from the future-
Kenric: No- absolutely not- Emma and I- No. And why would- that would mean that you’re the king of the lost cities and me and Emma are- No, absolutely not. The kid is not from the future.
Nariek: That sounds like the future to me.
Kenric: I will stab you repeatedly to death if you dare ever touch Emma again, Nariek.
Nariek: Oh sure you will, because that went so well for you last time.
Kenric: Shut up, you imbecile.
Nariek: I could blow Emma Sencen to tiny little pieces and you could do absolutely nothing about it.
[Kenric puts the crown back on his head, cutting the connection with Nariek.]
(O/N: I wrote this at midnight on two consecutive nights so sorry if it sucks lol. Kenric Dizznee belongs entirely to me. Emma Sencen who is mentioned often in this belongs to "Foster." This is a total of 602 words.)
Kenric turns the dagger repeatedly in his hands, running his thumbs over the silver etchings in the handle. He had no reason to be holding the expensive dagger he kept inside a drawer, beside his bed. Nobody was there that he needed to defend himself. He wasn’t cutting or carving anything. No. He was simply fiddling with the dagger. Just as much as he knew there was no point in doing so, he felt compelled to ensure Emma’s safety. The voice in his head terrified him. Kenric was unsure if it was lying at this point. He did seem to have some recollection of a similar memory to the flashbacks from his nightmares. Blood. Some war. He knew for certain that he’d seen Clara many times as a child. He recalled hitting his head on a chair once when he was perhaps four - or six? - in an attempt to hide from Clara. Clara seemed kind enough to him when they had last met, however, Kenric decidedly trusted nobody. Nobody could be entirely trusted, because nobody was - or is, or ever will be - perfect. Except perhaps - Emma. Kenric trusted Emma immensely - even if he was practically convinced she hated him now. Perhaps you may view this as foolish and indeed it was. Kenric would easily trust Emma with his life - despite the fact that half of his brain told him that was stupid, and Emma couldn’t care less if he died or not. For an extremely untrusting man, you may be surprised that Kenric Dizznee should ever even think of trusting anyone to that extent. It seems stupid. Foolish. Idiotic even. And Kenric was well aware of that. He didn’t seem to be able to control that fact, though. Kenric was also well aware that he was an idiot. Infact, he told himself so often. Kenric’s thoughts had wandered off a great amount. Thought - no - memories slowly attempted to creep to the front of his mind, but Kenric subconsciously pushed them back. He had forgotten what he was supposed to be doing. Kenric had a feeling he had come to this room for some reason. Inconveniently, Kenric’s crown slipped downwards, as he stared at the end of his cape on the floor, hitting the bridge of his nose. Kenric dropped the dagger, cursing under his breath as he removed the annoying, heavy crown from his head, hoping Nariek was particularly busy with other things at this moment in time. The crown sizzled with electricity as he held it in his hands. The gem in the middle of the crown had gone red. Bright red. Glowing red. Mirror. Put the crown through the mirror. (See notes if confused on how Kenric could out a crown through a mirror.) Kenric suddenly oddly felt obliged to put his crown through the mirror. He hesitated momentarily, but then all reason faded from his mind. Standing up, he put his crown through his mirror, dropping it on the other side. Reason returned to his mind. Why did he do this? He went to pick up the crown, freezing when he glimpsed his “reflection.” In place of his reflection - was a grey-ish figure, with violet veins, and a black heart. There was - some sort of - darkgem? - wedged into the black heart. Kenric stared at it in shock before moving. The odd “reflection” moved with him. The odd reflection was indeed, still Kenric’s reflection. Kenric picked up the crown, the reflection returning to normal. He began to question his sanity, as he shut the door to his room, locking it, and returned downstairs to be met by a furious Evira.
NOTES
All the palace mirrors are a reflective magnetic liquid, in order to make it impossible for the mirrors to shatter. Dex invented them for Biana due to the mirror trauma she still holds in the tngoc universe.
(O/N: This great episode was written by me, @impulsive-chaos and my great co author "Foster." This episode is 2703 words long, 8 pages long, and uses a total of 15021 characters.)
[Kenric chewed the tip of his pen. Keefe Sencen had already left him a large cheque, and things were looking up. He just didn’t feel as happy as he thought he would be about this. He flopped onto the office’s comfortable sofa. He had a great life, he was successful, he was intelligent, he was the CEO of a world-renowned company. And yet he still felt something was missing. What could possibly be missing in his life? His only problem had just been solved by a simple deal. He had it all. Wealth, smarts, good looks, a great job. What more did he need? He didn’t. He didn’t need anything. A loud knock on his door interrupts his thoughts.]
Aeriin, Kenric’s Manager: Kenric! Get out here! Keefe’s daughter is arriving at seven, and you need to greet her, remember?
[Kenric didn’t really take in what Aeriin had just said. It took him a moment to realize. His eyes flick to his clock. Five minutes. She should be arriving in five minutes. Shoot.]
Kenric, shouting: Oh- Oh my gosh- I’ll be there in five minutes!
[He shouted back, getting up and buttoning his shirt properly.]
Aeriin: You better be.
[There are multiple loud heel clacks of high heels on the marble floor, as Kenric’s manager stomps off.]
Kenric, muttering: Kenric, you idiot.
[He fixed his tie, forgot to brush his hair and put on his suit jacket, and rushed out the door of his office. Then he rushed back for the suit jacket. His manager, Aeriin Alger, stood in the doorway glaring at him from behind her glasses.]
Aeriin: Kenric.
Kenric, rushed: Sorry, I’m going, I’m going.
[Aeriin watched him as he sprinted out of his office to the elevators. She seemed to appear right next to him. Aeriin is holding a tablet with Dizznee Tech on the back.]
Kenric: How did you-
Aeriin: Manager magic.
Kenric: Okaaaaay. Where is she?
Aeriin: She’s just arrived. She’s on the bottom floor.
Kenric, rushed: Thanks.
[The elevator announced its arrival with a large bleep and the screech of the doors opening. Kenric rushed into it slamming the button repeatedly until it finally began to move. The elevator was slow and not useful on occasions like this. It was a good thing Keefe had already paid him some of the money, because this stupid elevator needed fixed asap. After five long minutes the elevator arrived. He practically had to pull the doors apart as he walked as fast as he could to the reception area. The screen goes black and we travel back to around an hour ago at the Sencen’s mansion, specifically Emma’s room. Emma stands in front of her full length mirror, fiddling nervously with the cuffs of an expensive white shirt she's always had but never worn until today. Realizing what she's doing, she stops and sighs, closing her eyes. Why would the CEO of a world renowned company want to hire her of all people? She didn’t know a thing about doing business-y stuff... or... whatever it is that famous rich people even do… She’d probably manage to get herself fired the same day. Wait- who was she even kidding? She’d get fired in no more than an hour. That would definitely please her family. And those ridiculous stalkers. No- it would actually please most of them. She opens her eyes and checks the time on her watch (also one she's always had, but never wore).]
Emma: Oh marshmallow cake-
[She glances at her reflection one last time, grabs her coat and dashes downstairs to the kitchen. Emma’s about to get ingredients out to bake a few croissants as quickly as possible when she spots a cereal box on the counter. With a huff and another glance at her watch, she ends up eating a bowl of pLaIn BoRiNg DiSgUsTiNg UnCrEAtIvE tAsTeLeSs cereal instead. After a few horrible minutes, she leaves the mansion and goes to her car.]
Emma: Good morning-
[Instead of looking at her driver, she spots something on the car floor in front of her velvet seat. Emma picks it up, staring at it curiously. A business card?]
Emma, muttering: Kenric Dizznee…CEO of- oh.
[She flips the card over and wonders how it ended up here- in her own car. The screen returns back to the present, where Emma is now on the bottom floor of Dizznee Corp’s main building. She’s looking around in awe whilst twirling Kenric’s business card in her hands. Emma is also trying not to think of why the CEO is taking so long to show up. Meanwhile, Kenric is rushing through the halls, stopping to collect himself before entering the door that goes from the staircase that he ended up taking instead of the elevator, and then enters the bottom floor, his eyes searching for a presumably blonde out of place person in the room. It’d be useful if he had even seen a picture of Keefe’s daughter. Aeriin is suddenly next to him. She simply points to Emma, and walks off. Kenric doesn’t have time to wonder how Aeriin does that, as he walks over to Emma, trying to appear as calmly composed as possible.]
Emma: Hi- you must be the CEO guy- I mean, Mr Kenr- sorry, Mr Dizznee- or… erm- Boss?
[Emma has no idea how to do this, obviously. Kenric doesn’t know what to say to that for a second.]
Kenric: Er- Mr Dizznee is fine. Good morning, Miss Sencen.
Emma: Oh- Emma is just fine- unless you want to stick to calling me Miss Sencen- that’s just fine too-
Kenric: This is a professional workspace, everyone is referred to by their last names- in order to keep things professional.
Emma: Right, right… yes, of course, Mr Dizznee…
[She looks mortified.]
Emma: So uhm- what kind of job will I be doing here? I didn’t really receive much specific information about it…
[Kenric stares at her blankly for a second. He has absolutely no clue what job Emma will be doing. He has no idea what job to give her. She had no qualifications, and he didn’t want her messing anything up.]
Kenric: Er- my manager, Ms Alger will explain that.
[Way to go Kenric. Dumping that on Aeriin.]
Emma: Oh- great! Where is she?
Kenric: Ms Alger is upstairs, in your new office. I can show you to your office, if you wish.
[Kenric is attempting to be very professional.]
Emma: Sure- wait- I’m actually getting my own office?
Kenric: Yes.
Emma, trying not to sound too excited: That is so aw- cool. Yeah. Very cool.
Kenric: Mhm…do you have any- experience with- any sort of work?
Emma: Well… uh… not the kind of real work you get paid for-
Kenric: I see.
[Kenric looks extremely nervous, though he is trying to not appear panicked about having absolutely no idea what job to give Emma, or why he even agreed to this. It was worth it though. As long as she got some job, and he got the money, everything would be 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦.]
Emma, laughing a little nervously: Well… you must’ve known that before hiring me, right? I mean- I didn’t even get the chance to have a job interview… but um- why did you hire me anyway?
Kenric: Well yes- I sort of- knew that. I was just- confirming that.
[Kenric has no idea how to reply to her last question. He had two options here. That was to tell Emma the truth, which he was fairly sure would be ridiculous and completely ruin this opportunity…or he could lie to her. Lying to her would be the most beneficial option- but not the most moral- this is business Kenric, he reminded himself. Beneficiality comes before morality. He just needed to come up with a lie. Something he wasn’t that good at, when put on the spot.]
Kenric: We- er- hired you because you seemed- promising.
[He almost felt bad for lying to her. But not quite. The millions of dollars kind of managed to suppress that guilt.]
Emma: Promising? How? Don’t tell me it’s just because I’m Keefe Sencen’s daughter…
Kenric: No, of course that isn’t the only reason-
[That was in fact not entirely a lie. In fact, it was not a lie. Sort of. Kenric didn’t hire her “just because she was Keefe Sencen’s daughter” merely because of the money her father was offering him.]
Emma: So? What did you find promising about me?
[Emma’s not being suspicious, she’s just genuinely curious. Kenric doesn’t know how to answer that, in fact he knows absolutely nothing about Emma. This was ridiculously not thought through at all. He was usually extremely good at things like this- but today everything was going very wrong for him. The only thing left to do was change the subject. But to what? Conveniently enough for Kenric, the elevator opened just at that moment.]
Kenric: Ah, look, the elevator has arrived.
Emma: Uh… how delightful?
[She steps into the elevator. Kenric steps in after Emma, frantically pressing the button to go to floor 43, realizing how panicked he looks, and then going back to pretending to be completely calm. This elevator is one of those annoyingly slow elevators, where the walls are mirrors. The floor of the river is carpeted in dark blue, with a single coffee stain, from when one of the employees was in a rush and spilt their coffee.]
Emma, leaning against one of the mirrored walls: Are you alright, Mr Dizznee-?
Kenric: Er- yes, I’m fine. Why- do you ask?
Emma: I don’t know- but your expression keeps changing a lot-
Kenric: Oh- does it? I don’t know why… Everything is fine.
Emma: That’s a lot of ‘fines’, Mr Dizznee-
Kenric, now mildly frustrated: Well, that’d be because everything is fine, and there is no other way to describe it.
[As anyone will come to learn, when Kenric Dizznee says the word ‘fine’ you can guarantee whatever he just said is a pure lie.]
Emma: Well, you could use ‘excellent’, or ‘wonderful’ or ‘splendid’ instead. They’re better exaggerations if you really want to convince others that everything’s tooootally fine, you know.
[A faint smile plays on Emma’s lips.]
Kenric, now pretty frustrated at the audacity of Emma saying that, but still attempting to remain calm: Well, I suppose I could- but I quite like the word fine and I don’t feel the need to use any other words.
Emma: But if you keep repeating it, nobody’s going to believe you anymore- Mr Dizznee…
Kenric, who is now very frustrated: Well- thank you for that advice, but nobody has any reason not to believe me, and I will be perfectly fine without having to change my usage of the word ‘fine.’
[The elevator arrives at floor 43. Aeriin Alger is standing, with her Dizznee Tech tablet, outside the door of the elevator. Kenric looks both quite stressed and frustrated. He really hopes that Emma doesn’t have a bad impression of him though, not because of any reason other than it being beneficial for his business, of course.]
Emma, shrugging: Suit yourself. But hey- what if I could just be an adviser for my job-
[As if Kenric would ever let you do that ever again, Emma. Kenric opens his mouth to speak, but Aeriin interrupts him.]
Aeriin: I can take it from here, Ken- I mean Mr Dizznee.
[Aeriin never calls Kenric, “Mr Dizznee.” Kenric hesitates before nodding to Aeriin. Way to go, Kenric! I hope she’s more prepared than you because those lies sucked.]
Kenric: This is my manager A- Miss Alger, Miss Sencen. She will escort you to your office and further explain things.
Emma: Oh- okay then!
[Emma steps out of the elevator, smiling at Aeriin. Kenric walks away, slowly.]
Aeriin: Hello. You must be Emma Sencen. I saw you arrive this morning.
Emma: Yes- that’s me-
Aeriin: Well, good morning Miss Sencen. Your office is right this way.
[Aeriin smiles, very fakely, but still. Emma doesn’t notice. She’s too excited about seeing her office and walks with a little bounce in each step. They arrive at a glass door. The door opens when they step near it, to reveal a very fresh looking office. The floor is carpeted in dark blue, and a dark-blue-cushioned swivel chair sits behind a white desk with a computer and an empty dark blue notebook with the company name imprinted on the cover, on the desk.]
Emma, whispering: Wow… are you sure this isn’t your office?
[She sinks into the swivel chair and spins around in it.]
Aeriin: I am extremely sure this is your office. Mine is a higher office, and is also far mo.re decorated. Your job here is simple. Since you were unqualified, I was unsure which job to place you in, so for the time being, you will simply be a supervisor.
[Confusion flashes across Emma’s face.]
Emma: Uh… but didn’t you hire me- for a proper reason? Why would I be hired if you don’t really know what to do with me?
Aeriin: Ah, yes. You are a promising subject, with characteristics we look for in this business, however we have to test you with a variety of our jobs here, in order to determine which one to place you in.
Emma: Oh, I see… Wait- what kind of characteristics though? Mr Dizznee said something like that earlier but he didn’t have the chance to specify what he meant-
Aeriin: Well you’re you-
[Aeriin takes a phone out of her pocket.]
Aeriin: Hang on- Kenric’s calling me.
Emma: Okay…
Aeriin: What do you want?
[She pauses.]
Aeriin: Ugh, I’ll be right there.
[She hangs up.]
Aeriin: I’m terribly sorry, Emma. I have to go. How about you get yourself settled into your new workspace, hm?
Emma: Oh- yes- of course! That’s no problem…
[Aeriin walks off. Emma isn’t entirely sure what to do. She stands up, walks around her office and sits back down. Then she drums her fingers boredly on the table until she spots the dark blue notebook. She takes a pencil out of her pocket and starts drawing in it. Emma first starts off with the building’s entrance, her new office and the room she was waiting in, but her drawings gradually turn into Kenric and his changing expressions. A few long minutes pass, before Aeriin returns.]
Aeriin: Hello…are you drawing?
[Emma looks up, startled. She slams the notebook shut.]
Emma: Oh- I didn’t see you there! No- I was just- um… er- yes, actually.
[Aeriin smiles. She’s had an idea.]
Aeriin: Do you quite like drawing, Miss Sencen?
Emma: Yes- I do! I love it, actually-
Aeriin: Hm, I see. Would you consider yourself imaginative?
Emma: Um- I think so!
Aeriin: Could you perhaps- design things? Like clothing, furniture, devices, rooms and so on?
Emma, nodding really quickly with her eyes lighting up: Oh my gosh- yes, yes, I definitely could!
Aeriin: Perfect. You’re now part of our designing department then. I’ll make the changes necessary. Oh- and- this is still your office. The staff room is down the hall for when you need a break. Your job is really quite easy, all you need to do is design, upload your completed design to the computer, and present the designs at the next meeting for them to be approved or disproved. Do you think you can do that?
Emma, grinning: Yes- that would be absolutely amazing!
Aeriin: Excellent. I knew you’d be a great addition to our company. You don’t have to start right away by the way- today can just be a- settling in day.
[Aeriin smiles before walking off towards the staffroom down the hall.]
Emma: Okay then- thank you!
[She spins her chair around excitedly again once she sees that Aeriin’s gone and then starts sketching random clothing designs- even though she doesn’t have to, today. She’s very relieved that her job will be something she’s actually good at doing, instead of just being a supervisor- whatever that means. Emma’s even more relieved that it doesn’t look like she’ll be getting fired today. She smiles to herself. Maybe Mr Dizznee is right. Maybe everything is really fine after all…]
[Tears stream down Meidara’s face as the man’s eyes close for the final time. Clara walks up behind Meidara, taking Meidara’s hand, Clara’s dress has blood splattered on the end and her hair is a mess. Meidara clings to Clara’s dress, crying into it. Clara picks her up by running her hand through Meidara’s hair. Kenric shuts the door. He wouldn’t remember this later. Neither would Meidara. Clara made them forget. NOW HE MAKES HIMSELF FORGET. REMEMBER KENRIC. REMEMBER. DO NOT FORGET.]
You remembered. It was not a dream. Stop hiding it! You know it was not a dream. You remembered that night. You cannot die. You cannot ever die. You will come back. Just like him. You are cursed. You know you are cursed. The gods do not care about you. Emma does not care about you. Clara does not care about you. Clara was there. She took you there. The war is not over. You can go there. You are not safe. Emma is not safe. M̷̱̌ȩ̶̟̯̂̚î̶̮̳̩͐͠d̸̦̼̅̍̐͜a̵̭͓͑̆r̷̛͚̭̫̈́ą̸̟̊̄̇ͅ Evira is not safe. Now you are involved in the war. Nowhere is safe. They are more dangerous than they seem.
[Screams filled the crowded halls. The lady placed the boy down outside a door. A tear fell from her eye.]
Lady: Don’t move, stay here, understand?
The boy: But why?
Lady: Listen to me, Kenric. Don’t move. If I’m not back in ten minutes, run that way and don’t look back, got that?
Seven-year-old Kenric, frustrated: Why though?
Lady: You will do as I say if you want to live.
[The boy crosses his arms, in a huff and looks at his feet.]
Kenric: Fine.
[The lady disappears in a puff of smoke. Shouts and screams come from behind the door. Why? Where did Clara go? Why did Mrs Lorail tell him to stay here? What was behind that door… he had to open the door. DO IT KENRIC. OPEN THE DOOR. REMEMBER THE DOOR.]
A door. A young boy touches the door handle. An elaborate door. A fully furnished carpet. The boy opens the door. Screams. Screams of men and women and shouts. Crying babies. Blood. Wings like butterflies. And a voice. You were there. You saw it. You know what happened. Do not forget. Now is the time to remember. Flashes. A young-looking ginger lady crying, her face in her hands, kneeling at the body of an elder blonde woman, blood pooling around her body. A teal eye, tears falling from it, wide and scared, watching whatever is the cause of the screaming in the background. That boy. You know that boy. You know these things. Stop trying to forget. REMEMBER. REMEMBER. REMEMBER.
[He awoke with a start. Another stupid nightmare. It meant nothing, he told himself. It was nothing. He rolled up his shirt sleeve, checking his arm for any signs of stone. None. At least this wasn’t any of that Nox’s doing, purely his own ridiculous brain. There were no memories to remember. He remembered all he needed to know. Everything was fine. His fiancée opened the room door and walked in, her red curls bouncing with each step she took.]
E- Fiancée: You were crying in your sleep. I could hear it from next door. You’re such a wimp.
[She sat down on the edge of his bed.]
Fiancée: What happened?
K- HIM: Nothing. I’m fine.
Fiancée: Whatever. I’m going back to bed. Night, idiot.
You can’t hide them forever. You know that they are there. You can open that door. You can remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
You cannot keep pretending that you have forgotten. You made yourself forget. You want to forget. You saw her before. You saw her before. You saw them all. They were there. You must remember that night. You must remember.
(O/N: Yeah, this is just a kinda bad prologue to the office AU I can't write bc I can't be Emma Sencen.)
[Kenric sips punch as he fiddles with his tie, boredly surveying the room. He felt like a liar being here. He felt like a failure too. His mother and father had handed him a business empire, and so far, all he had done was fail. And yet, he was standing here watching people dance and sing and drink, in the presence of billionaires. And all he could do is feel like a fraud. What he did not notice as he was thinking these thoughts, is that someone had joined him in sipping punch and watching the time fly by. And as he turned to walk off, he came face to face with one of the richest men in the country. Keefe Sencen. Billionaire owner of the Sencen hair product company, and probably every hair salon in the country. Kenric opened his mouth to speak, then shut it. Keefe Sencen did not seem to notice him. In fact, he just walked away. Kenric wasn’t surprised. Keefe probably didn’t even know who he was. Kenric can’t remember what happened after that. All he can remember is waking up in a very fancy car.]
Kenric: What the- where am I?
[A woman is sitting on a red velvet seat with a clipboard across from Kenric.]
The woman: Ah, you’re awake. You blacked out at the gala.
Kenric: So you kidnapped me?! Who are you?
The woman: You are Kenric Dizznee right?
Kenric: Yes-
The woman: CEO of Dizznee Corporate?
Kenric: If you’ve kidnapped me for my money that won’t work. I’m-
[Kenric hesitates.]
Kenric: Practically bankrupt.
The woman: Oh we know. That’s why we’re offering you around, hmmm… a couple million dollars.
[Kenric’s eyes widen. A second later, his excitement fades.]
Kenric: What’s the catch?
The woman: The catch? Oh, there is none.
Kenric: You aren’t just handing me out millions of dollars for free though, are you?
The woman: Ah. No.
Kenric: What do you want from me, then?
The woman: All you need to do is let Keefe Sencen’s daughter work at your company. In a preferably high place.
Kenric: …Is she qualified?
The woman: Absolutely not.
Kenric: Then, I can’t hire her-
The woman: Then you don’t get the money. Goodbye, Mr. Di-
Kenric: Wait-
The woman: Yes?
Kenric: I’ll do it.
The woman: Excellent. Sign here- and here.
Kenric: Right now?
The woman: Yes. Oh, and she’ll arrive next week. Ah- and if you keep her happy we’ll pay you extra.
[Kenric raises his eyebrow at the woman, whilst he signs the contract.]
Kenric: I’m a CEO, not a babysitter.
[The screen goes black.]
(O/N: Hello, this is kinda rubbish cuz I ran out of motivation lol. Keefe Sencen belongs to Shannon Messenger (not this version but yk.) Emma Sencen belongs to "Foster." All other characters included belong to me.)
This was my original Kenric design, and it sucks lol. So, I redesigned him:
Kenric Dizznee
Boss and CEO
An Idiot
Really needs money (before he goes bankrupt)
And really needs a hairbrush
(O/N: All the art here belongs to me. This is not from the OGTNGOCU, this is the Office AU. Kenric Dizznee belongs to me. Emma Sencen belongs to "Foster.")
THE FORMER FIANCÉES OF KENRIC DIZZNEE [Ep. 1 - Pilot] (Part Two)
(O/N: Hey lol. This is not a roleplay scene, it's an out-of-roleplay show, where four people engaged/previously engaged to Kenric are dramatic and stuff. I was bored and this weirdly rubbish comedic drama was the result. There's more on its way as well lol. All characters belong to me except from Emma Sencen, who belongs to "Foster".)
Lorellia: What-?
Scarlet: Her mom is dead.
Lorellia: Oh my mom’s dead too. I killed her. Anyway, back to the game!
Scarlet: Doesn’t Kenric have to be awake?
Lorellia: Oh yeah- if I kiss him d’ya think he’ll wa-
Evira: Don’t you dare- BRING OUT THE BUCKET OF ICE COLD WATER!
[A random bucket of water appears outta nowhere.]
Lorellia: Don’t do that-
Evira: Oh my gods, it worked, I’ve always wanted to do this!
[Evira dumps the ice cold water over Kenrics head. He wakes with a start. Belladonna snickers in the background whilst Scarlet and Lorellia whisper about how Kenric’s shirt is see-through-ish and Lorellia almost faints. Evira almost throws up at this fact, whilst Violet struggles in her chair.]
Kenric: What the heck- where am I?! Who did that-
Evira: That was SO fun.
Kenric: Are you serious- I’m going to kill you when- Am I tied to a chair?
Lorellia: Yes, you are.
Kenric: GAH-
[Kenric jumps in the chair, ending him up sideways on the floor, tied to a chair. Evira picks up the chair.]
Scarlet: Okay- now go back to your chair, Evira.
Evira: Don’t tell me what to do.
[Evira does go back to her chair and poses in it, whilst Kenric struggles in his chair. Kenric looks around the room, taking in who’s all there. Violet blinks at him.]
Belladonna: This must be awkward for you, Kenric. Being in a room, tied to a chair, surrounded by all the girls you’ve ever been engaged to, or loved, or almost married.
Kenric: …You’re missing two.
Scarlet: Yeah- wasn’t there like a really important one?
Lorellia: Me.
Scarlet: No, the blonde one.
Lorellia: Me.
Scarlet: No, Kenric actually loved her.
Lorellia: Still me-
Scarlet: No, the important one-
Lorellia: Literally me.
Violet: No, she came before you-
Scarlet: It’s something like Edna or something.
Kenric: Her name is Em-
[Evira puts her hand over Kenric’s mouth.]
Violet: Or Emily?
Evira: You’re close.
Lorellia: Literally who?
Evira: The one he tRuLy LoVeD.
Kenric, muffled: It’s Emma-
Evira: Shush, Kenric- this is very entertaining. It’s the one he broke the engagement off with Lorellia for!
Scarlet: Yeah, I know, what’s her name tho?
Lorellia, through gritted teeth: Emma Sencen.
Kenric: You’re still missing one.
Belladonna: My cousin.
Bella, Evie, Lori and Scarlet in sync, with disgust: hEATHER.
Belladonna: Anyway, shouldn’t we be getting to the point?
Kenric: What point?
[Kenric looks concerned and worried for his health.]
Lorellia: The reason we brought you here, handsome.
Scarlet: Yeah, we we’re gonna guess your type based off the three girls you loved-
[Evira snickers like she knows something they don’t. They ignore her.]
Scarlet: -and then you’re going to either confirm or disprove our guesses!
Kenric: That’s going to be hard.
Lorellia: Why?
Kenric: Because- I don’t have a type.
Scarlet: That’s a lie! Everyone has a type!
Lorellia: There’s got to be something you find more attractive in a lady.
Belladonna: Are you going to sit around chit-chatting or are you guys going to actually play the game?
